Through arcades where shimmering snowfallLay in state with the sad and damnedA rent lament barely flung above a whisperDrew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man

I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razorA kindred spirit in a graveyardBeneath the stature of a colder SaviourMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesquesAnd through the chill earth it bedwed Her drawling breastLike a come dream true under etched glass spentMaking love to the beautiful dead

She has sinned and severed HeavenAnd in it's vulgar sightTwo figures writhe, but one silhouetteExtends it's fingers to the light

From the gaspings in Her passingSix feet under or beneath frayed gownWhen Her hands pointed to midnightIn a white stained chamber bound

I Swept Her from the abyss of another dementiaFreeing Her soul from the fetters of fateTo take the reins of pleasureNow nightwane mirrors freeze in seizureAt the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighsBallrooms filled with black cats scratchOut of spite and playful eyes

Pricked as a Witch Her stitches itchFor familiar lips to lick them dryWhilst the dark regrasps, for if She asksThe Sun forsakes the right to riseAnd is the first to discern, that this Angel's returnIs a vengefull call on graceFor even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pactsA leap of twisted fate betrayed

The scars will last until the starsCaught in Her train bewitchedFall into line and yield the signThat Dawn in born to their eclipse

For Our In humankindComes an underdog day SunriseRippling with fire llike femaledition

Iplintered Her coffin and lay on the floorOf a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shoreWhat treachery this that She breathed no more?Christ you bastard!

I wished Her back but the dead adored HerEven wild winds sang in chora for HerSaffron from my heart, from the start I sworeWe'd be together more

Creation froze with the triumph of DeathBut still She stirred and awoke bereftOf concern save for the aeons leftTo lead the darkness

She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get itI dream of being God but ever living to regret itOur fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come forThe Devil on Her knees

To grant Her lows a remedyAnd mine desire's wishTo taste thereof of Heaven's scentAs sick and twisted as it isFor Her corset laced with arsenicHides snake curves within Her midstWhilst Her halo of white lies suppliesHer temple to what God forbids.